I'm uncomfortable in my skin,
Who knows if I'll ever win,
This game we call life,
That's pointed by a knife.
My skin so drained,
So much pressure, so in pain.
Will I ever make these gains?
Maybe, but with shame.
I'm ashamed of myself,
Of my appearance, of my doubts.
I never thought I'd be stuck,
In such an endless rut.
My friends called me freak,
Even when I was weak.
No help for online,
They say everything within time.
Sometimes I feel alone,
Not physically, but mentally so.
I have felt as though,
My smiles missing a glow.
I'm part of a community,
Who's looked at with doubt.
I've never raised about it,
Screamed, nor shout.
I'm just my own self,
I wish that was enough.
But everywhere I turn,
Life throws something rough.
I'm not here to whine,
I just want to say;
The only thing is equality,
At the end of the day...
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Shattered Phases
PoetryPoetry is expression of self. Your internalized emotions thrown vigorously onto a blank canvas scattered into tiny well written (and shall I say worth it) sentences which make up beautiful poems. That is what this book is filled with. Poetry. There...
